Barbara and Dianne's Love Affair
Do you remember your first sexual experience?
For some of us that may be a difficult question to answer because our
sexual experiences have been so varied over the years. I can remember
the first time I had sexual intercourse with a woman. It was a
wonderful encounter and one that I will always remember and enjoy with
special relish.
So, too, with my first sexual experience as transvestite -- having
intercourse with another woman while I was dressed as a woman. Again
it was a profound but exciting adventure that changed my whole life.
Finally, there was my most recent experience as a TV of having sexual
relations with a man -- another TV. That was, to say the least, an
event which has reshaped my sexual outlook.
How did I get to that point in my transvestism? I don't fully
comprehend the path that led me to that special day but let me relate
what occurred so that others of you who may wish to travel that road
yourselves will have some understanding of what lies in store for you.
I first met Dianne -- that's not her real name -- via the computer.
He, too, was a transvestite looking for a long-term sexual relationship
with another TV. After a number of weeks of "talking" to each other
through a computer, we made arrangements to meet in person.
Dianne was single and willing to offer her home for our meeting. She
also offered me the opportunity to dress at her place. I declined this
last offer because I was intent on projecting a feminine image from the
first moment we met. I wanted her to know me solely as Barbara Satin.
In dressing for that evening, I tried to convey a look of sophisticated
sensuality. I wore a purple cocktail dress of glistening satin --
since my name is Barbara Satin I really couldn't wear anything else --
which clung tightly to my very slim body but also revealed a good deal
of my long and well- proportioned legs which were sheathed in black
nylon stockings fastened to a lovely black satin garter belt. The rest
of my outfit consisted only of a black satin bra with matching panties.
I had completely shaved my body and spent considerable amount of time
on my make-up and my nails. I was extremely pleased -- and sensually
excited -- with the end-result. I added a moderately-long,
conservatively styled black wig then topped off the ensemble with a
shiny black vinyl coat.
Driving across town to Dianne's home that night was thrilling. I knew
that I looked very sexy and that thought kept my body racing at fever
pitch throughout the trip.
As you can imagine, the first meeting was strained and guarded. While
both of us were dressed, neither felt confident about how we were being
perceived or accepted by the other person. I felt wonderfully
attractive and hoped that I made a good impression on Dianne. I found
ample opportunities to display my legs in ways that were flamboyant but
not too bold. For her part, Dianne was more subdued in the way she
dressed and acted. But she made a beautiful woman and I was attracted
to her.
When we parted there were handshakes and the promises to keep in touch.
I kept a watch on the computer for a follow-up message from Dianne and
soon was pleasantly rewarded by a note that touched briefly on our
first meeting and then asked about when we could get together again.
Dianne also mentioned how much she like my lovely, long legs. I was in
seventh heaven when I read her note.
Both of us lead busy lives and it was not easy to find a time when we
could be free to spend time with each other again. Finally, we found a
free Saturday morning and set a date for Dianne's house.
This time things were slightly different. Again, I dressed before our
date but this time I had to travel across town during daylight hours.
That made the trip riskier -- but also made it far more exciting.
This time, I decided to be more agressive in my style of dress for the
occassion. Once again, I shaved my total body to silky smoothness then
added touches of Obsession perfume at strategic points.
I selected a white, hammered-satin, Liz Clairborne jump suit and my
lingerie consisted of white satin bra and panties. I wore white
high-heeled pumps and white nylon pantyhose. While my make-up was
basically the same as our first meeting, I did try for a more a brazen
look. To top off that visual effect, I selected a long, blond wig --
brassy and tempestuous. Over all of this, I wore a shiny white vinyl
coat, an identical match to the black one I wore at our first meeting.
Since Dianne and I were to spend many hours together that day, I
suggested that I bring most of my wardrobe so that I could have the
chance to model my various outfits for her. She agreed and said that
we should take some photographs of each other during the day so I
packed my camera for that eventuality.
Again, I was excited by the look and feel that I had created for
Barbara Satin and I enjoyed the interest and confusion I generated from
some passing motorists as I drove to Dianne's house that morning.
When I arrived, Dianne was still preparing. She was in her robe and
still had more make-up to apply. As I slipped out of my coat, I could
see that she was pleased by the way I looked. I told her I would hang
up my clothes and change into something more comfortable while she
finsihed her make-up.
While she was gone, I changed from the jump suit into a purple satin
sleep shirt that covered me only down to my upper thighs; I wanted to
give Dianne plenty of opportunity to enjoy as much of my legs as she
wanted to see.
When she came back downstairs, she was surprised to see how I was
dressed but I could also sense that she liked what she saw. I felt my
pulse begin to beat faster as the excitement of the moment began to
overtake me.
We sat across from each other; cautious and tentative about what to do
next. We talked about clothes and I decided to model some of the
outfits I had brought with me. I knew this would give me the chance to
show more of my body to Dianne and I could judge from her reaction what
our next step should be.
The first thing I tried on was a long purple skirt and lavender cape
outfit that had been made for me many years earlier by the woman with
whom I had my first sexual encounter as a TV.
The skirt and cape had been worn by the two of us many times during the
years of our affair and I had written a short TV tale about the outfit.
That story received rave reviews from a number of persons who had read
it on a TV computer bulletin board. Dianne also had read the story.
While she said she enjoyed it, she didn't like the pain that I had made
a part of the ending.
As I modeled the infamous outfit for Dianne, I moulded the sensuous
cape around my body and purposely taunted her by unfastening the
buttons on the long flowing skirt and showing her more of my legs.
After I finished with that outfit, I left the room to change into my
next outfit. I stripped out of the white satin undies and white
pantyhose and replaced them with black satin lingerie and black silk
pantyhose. The white pumps were replaced by black patent heels. Then
I donned a knee-length, black satin dress that fastened down the front
with self-covered buttons. I cinched the satin belt tightly around the
middle to accentuate my slim waist and unfastened the last three
buttons at the bottom of the dress to display as much of my legs as
possible.
When I returned to the room I could sense that Dianne was excited by
what she saw. I crossed my legs as I quietly sat opposite from her and
let her eyes rove across my exposed legs and the long, shapely sheen of
the black stockings.
After a moment, I asked her if she would like to model some of her
clothes for me. She agreed and led me upstairs to her bedroom to show
me some of her outfits.
Her room was soft and feminine. It was also quite small and dominated
by a large water bed covered with pastel blue satin sheets.
Without hesitation, I slipped off my shoes and crawled up on the bed.
The slippery sensations between the satin sheets and my satin dress
sent electric shots through my body. I stretched out on the bed and
slithered around so that the front opening of my dress was spread wide
and Dianne had an unobstructed view of my legs and thighs. I shifted
my legs and moved my hips to change the view I presented to her. I
wanted to stimulate her with the most potent weapon I had -- my legs.
She kept looking at me then turned to her closet and pulled out a
lovely party dress. She began to change and I watched her every
movement as she put on the new outfit. The dress was stunning and
added to her feminine beauty. She then sat on the end of the bed and
began to fix her nails. I moved alongside her and took the nail polish
in my hand and finished the nails for her.
We sat together motionless for a few moments. Then I reached up and
softly caressed her cheek. I was scared. Would she turn away or try
to break free? And what would I do if she rebuffed me. Slowly she
turned her face to me and I pulled her lips to mine. We kissed shyly
at first. Both of us were virgins to this kind of TV situation . We
were both facing a momentous decision in our lives.
I felt only utter exhilaration and feminine pleasure over the fact that
I was lying on another person's bed, dressed as a seductive woman and
locked in a kiss with another attractive TV.
Dianne stretched me back on the bed and began to run her hand across
the shiny material of my dress. She pressed her lips to mine and then
stroked her tongue inside my mouth. I responded by sucking delightedly
on the moist appendage and trying to draw it deeper into my throat.
We clutched at each other, savoring the moment that had arrived. I
raised and spread my legs, the action opening wider the front of my
dress. Dianne's hand went to my legs and began to caress them, her
fingers sliding across the smoothness of my legs and then massaging my
thighs. Finally, her fingers went to the waistband of my panties and
pulled them slowly down my legs. I lifted my body to accomodate her
movement and the black undies slithered across the silk stockings and
landed on the floor next to the bed.
Dianne's hands continued their probing and soon settled at the top of
the pantyhose. She ran her right hand down inside the front of the
hose and softly caressed the smoothness of my shaved groin. Then her
long fingers grasped my slowly stiffening penis and held it firmly.
She looked at me and smiled -- for the first time that morning. Then
she thrust her tongue deep into my throat again and we pressed our
bodies against each other in a passionate embrace.
Now it was my turn to respond. I pulled myself away from her arms and
moved on top of her. With deliberate patience, I began to stroke her
legs, every movement of my hands raising the hem of her dress higher on
her hips. Finally, I caressed the juncture of her thighs, my hands
circling the bulge created by her soft panties and shiny, patent
leather gaff which imprisoned her excited penis. I pulled away the
nylon undies and slowly lowered the tight elastic straps that kept me
from my goal. Then it was free and I could see her stiffened organ
just a few inches from my face.
Dianne's cock was extended and bursting with energy. I could see drops
of sperm on its tip and I reached out with my finger to wipe them away.
I took those precious drops and put them to my mouth, tasting another
persons semen for the first time. My body was awash with ecstacy at
knowing I had caused Dianne's sexual arousal. Now I wanted to
experience more of the thrill -- the power -- that a woman can have
over a man's body.
I lowered my glistening red lips to encircle Dianne's penis. It slid
slowly into the recess of my mouth, filling me -- gagging me -- with
its growing size. I let it slide deeply into my throat and then pulled
slowly away, watching it emerge again from its moist bondage, this time
marked with the red stain of my crimson lipstick. I looked into
Dianne's eyes and smiled softly, then slowly drew the cock back between
my lips. As it moved inside my mouth, I bathed it with my tongue;
trembling with excitement as I felt the fleshy organ shudder in
reaction to my ministrations. Then I started to suck on the tip of the
penis, trying to draw out all of the sexual energy I knew was hidden
deep within the bulging shaft. My body was alive with the excitement
of the moment.
I stole a glance at myself in the mirror positioned at the top of the
bed. My black satin dress was unbuttoned to the waist and had slid up
around my hips; my silk-covered legs were stretched out near Dianne's
head; my mouth was a bright red slash with the paleness of Dianne's
thick cock caught between my smeared lips; my crimson fingernails were
wrapped around the base of her penis and pressed against the wrinkled
skin of her scrotum. In my eyes, I looked more feminine at that moment
than ever before as I experienced the woman's role I had wanted to play
for all these many years.
Dianne's hands were once again at the waistband of my pantyhose. But
this time she didn't stop with a gentle caress. Instead, Dianne pulled
down the front of the french-cut bikini panty, freeing the length of my
own organ. She gently cradled the stiffening mass in her hands, then
slowly encircled it with her mouth. Deep inside, I could feel the
gentle flicker of her tongue bathing the growing bulk of my cock.
My body began to shudder and I was overcome with the desire to have
Dianne come deep within my throat...and at the same time wanting that
same release from her lips.
I drew her penis in and out of my mouth rapidly, each time increasing
the pressure of my lips and my teeth against its warm flesh. In the
distance, I could hear Dianne moan, first softly then with increasing
intensity. As if in response, her thick cock began to move and shudder
against my mouth. I opened my lips quickly, gasped for air, then
returned to the passionate battle that had beset my body. With all the
calmness I could muster, I began to lick the length of her penis. When
I reached the crown of her shaft, I again sucked it, long and eagerly.
Thos actions were more than Dianne could withstand and I hear her cry
out in ecstasy just as she released the first spurt of semen into my
mouth.
At first I choked as the thick syrup poured into my throat. But I
quickly adjusted to the salty taste and oily texture of the sperm. I
increased the pressure of my lips against her cock and at the same time
intensified my sucking action, hopeful of extracting every bit of
sexual balm from deep inside her body. Once again she shuddered and
moaned, her penis exploding with globules of thick sperm which I
eagerly syphoned deep into my throat.
I had brought a man -- a woman -- to climax. I was in heaven and I
could feel my body react as though it was experiencing an involuntary
orgasm. Then I realized that Dianne's tongue and lips had been
actively pursuing their goal while I was busy with mine. I could feel
my sexual essence being drawn from deep within my body as Dianne's
tight lips pistoned against my long, rigid cock. For what seemed like
an eternity, I was poised on the edge of ecstasy; then I was over the
edge and falling. I screamed softly as I came, my moans slightly
muffled by the thick cream of Dianne's semen which now bathed the
inside of my throat. I could feel my own penis releasing load after
load of warm, thick sperm into Dianne's sucking mouth.
After long moments of near delerium, the shuddering of my body slowly
subsided and I lay back against the coolness of the satin sheets.
Dianne looked down at me. Her lipstick was as smeared as mine and her
make-up was matted and streaked but the look of delight and
satisfaction in her eyes told me she was delighted with our first
encounter. She bent down and kissed me gently. I could still taste my
moist sperm on the tip of her tongue. I opened my lips and drew her
tongue deep inside so she could share the essence of her own semen
still coating the sides of my mouth.
I could feel tears start to form in the corners of my eyes. At first,
I thought they might be tears of guilt. But I quickly realizedthey
were tears of satisfaction and affection. I wrapped my legs around
Dianne's body and pressed my groin tightly against her.
"I love you, Dianne," I whispered. "The next time, I want your penis
inside me. I want you to fuck me like you would a woman; I need to
experience your cock pushing into me -- thick and hard -- then feel it
explode with pleasure deep within my body."
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